In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

in and takes out a small black

myself practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly take a -comfortable

that entails

the lid of the small

open as I

expected of me to wear a ring but it still takes me

it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft

as I glance at him once

strong but it is there, probably by the way he pronounced a certain word that it just jumps out

as if one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they

Damien probably just went on vacation

doesn't seem to be the type

work and other activities to actually

beautiful.But I cant accept

I find myself saying.

is absolutely

but I can tell that it's expensive, I

the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either

have no clue except that it's

very attention

"Why not?"

he looks thoroughly

the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the

try to clarify, seeing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

smile and shake my head, taking another

to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to

be confused as I

"Protect me, from what?"

become important without making a few enemies,’

to do so.So you have to wear this understand? At

more serious then he usually

to make sure I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and all the while making eye

and my face flushes at the

been an intimate gesture had

making sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and

eyes don't leave his back as he now talks to a flustered

mine, I can't help but to move my hand

is indeed heavy

Max has left, snaps me

where we

speaks up as he walks towards his desk, leaning against

will have to act more than as

perplexed, wondering as if how on

over to his desk, passing him I sit down on his desk

look but he doesn't

and so that makes